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Chalam
Vooriki Bewarse
Username: Chalam
Post Number: 5048
Registered: 04-2004
Posted From: 148.87.1.171
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 6:18 pm: |    |
>> Nuvvu kudana
aatalaipoindi. 
edo maa idiot pilichadani malla vacha
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Smart
Bewarse
Username: Smart
Post Number: 1084
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 207.199.2.34
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:28 pm: | |
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Idiot
Vooriki Bewarse
Username: Idiot
Post Number: 2938
Registered: 09-2004
Posted From: 199.245.32.11
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:17 pm: | |
>> INDIANS ABROAD
I Do Ishq Only Tumse  |
Smart
Bewarse
Username: Smart
Post Number: 1082
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 207.199.2.34
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:09 pm: | |
For all quitters, read this
"Sand and Stone"
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.
During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand:
Today my best friend slapped me in the face.
They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
Today my best friend saved my life.
The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now, you write on a stone, why?"
The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.
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Smart
Bewarse
Username: Smart
Post Number: 1081
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 207.199.2.34
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:01 pm: | |
INDIANS ABROAD
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We have bid our farewells with teary eyes to our mothers. We hugged our fathers and left without turning back. We silently took leave from that girl next door peeping from behind the curtain.
We all came here, some long time back and some recently. We all were alone in the beginning. We missed our mothers cooking. We missed the idle chats on the roadside. We missed those days when we gather with friends at a tea-stall and order tea with samosas.
We missed that girl, whom we used to see daily in the bus, who may have smiled at us, who may even have talked to us in that angelic voice, if only we had the courage to talk to from across the bus.
Most of us grew out of it. We all made new friends. We all clung to each
other.
We watched countless movies. We even learnt to cook and throw pot luck parties where we always played Antakshari. We confess that we even smiled at those beautiful American girls across the street.
We all took trips to India, some annually, some less frequently. We all
tracked the "sale" events at Sears and KMart. We all went to Indian
Grocery Stores, and bought Rice and Rotis.
Most of us got married. We, went back home, searching for the love of a
good woman-some found it in the old acquaintances from across the bus-stands, some found it in their parent's choice, Some of us took a gamble and married the one looking closest to Aishwarya Rai.
Now what do we do? We all work in software, We go to the local temple to socialize, we attend movie screenings, and argue countless times that
Honda Accord is better than Toyota Camry or vice versa.
At times, late night before falling asleep we switch on the stereo and
listen to that old Hindi melody which makes us remember the land that was ours. We recall the green grass, the muddy roads, the wet monsoons, the pretty girls that we never talked to.
We hear the words speaking to us from across the oceans. Yes, we are
Indians in America.
A Mother who gave sour medicine to her son, because she wanted him to
recover soon, who let her son move miles apart though the thought was
tearing her apart, she let him go as she wanted him to be happy and
successful, who hides her agony in telling others that her son is in America.
A Father who understands his son's ambitions and the limitation and
frustration he has to overcome if in India, who would not let his voice
reveal that says I'll miss you son!, I love you but am unable to express
the feeling.
A brother who would miss the brotherhood, though it had often been
fights and not talking terms, who can deny the fact that a brother is
still a brother, a friend, Who expected you to understand him as his, and when you didn't it upset but moving miles in distances has overlooked all minute failures.
A sister who would not have her adoring one to escort here to help her
out of troublesome situations, who knows she has to send "Rakhi' by post, who wishes he would turn up for her wedding, if not atleast to fondle her baby that longs for a MAMA's love & affection.
A friend, who is left with mundane tasks, unable to exchange the chirpy
jokes & comments, discuss various thoughts from family, friends, politics
& economics, who visits your home because he still remembers you not only on a day but everyday. Who would jump with joy on receiving an air mail, who tries to keep himself free for all the days when his friend is coming back on a holiday.
The girl next door, who didn't know if she had to rejoice or not when
she overheard that the boy next door is moving away, who silently takes it that he has a career and would wish for his best from afar, bids goodbye with a tear in her eye.
The girl who smiled at you across the bus-stop and suddenly finds you no longer there, who changes her route only to avoid the void which seems at the same bus-stop she had been once smiling.
The girl who got married to her parents choice, unable to understand why she is being sent to a far off land, waiting for her man to send VISA
papers,bearing the nagging question of neighbours and relatives asking
when are you leaving India.
The girl who got engaged and is waiting for him to come back and tie the
wedding knot, a social and emotional security, who anxiously waits for his telephone calls and greeting cards to reassure her that you will be back as her man. The girl who never confessed her love for you, the girl you knew cared for you, missing & waiting for a word from you. If only you would come back and say that to her, who hums the songs along with the radio, but the voice chokes and aches as she hears this song...
Ramayya vastavayya,Ramayya vastavayya,
Maine dil tujko diya, Maine dil tujko diya,
uss desh mai,tere pardesh mai,
sone chandi ke badle mai bikthe hai dil,
iss gavoon mai dard kem chavon mai ,
pyar ke naam par hi dhadak the hai dil...
tu na aaye tho kya, bhool jaye tho kya,
pyar karke bhulana na aaya hame,
vahi se door se, tu bhi ye kehde kabhi,
maine dil tuj ko diya ....
Whatever our roles, it is only to say that we still love and care for
you, wherever you are, you are still dear to us. We don't know what you
have to go through, we only know we have love & wishes to give for you.
You might have learnt or the circumstances might have taught you to handle emotions and that time and work are more important than feelings and their expressions but we are still in India and are still the same, waiting and wishing for those who moved away from India,
INDIA - a land of love, emotion & sentiments....
Our wishes are ever with you ....We are the Indians here for You.....
Isn't it true?
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Idiot
Vooriki Bewarse
Username: Idiot
Post Number: 2934
Registered: 09-2004
Posted From: 199.245.32.11
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:01 pm: | |
>> Nuvvu kudana
I Do Ishq Only Tumse |
G_goddali
Pilla Bewarse
Username: G_goddali
Post Number: 334
Registered: 09-2004
Posted From: 155.70.39.45
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 5:00 pm: | |
>> selavu
Nuvvu kudana |
Nenu_evaru
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Nenu_evaru
Post Number: 150
Registered: 08-2004
Posted From: 67.111.137.94
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 4:59 pm: | |
Muriki guntalo nunchi dengese vallu maali vaala prends ni ee rochu loki yela dinchutharu?
Eee site lo chivariki migiledhi shooting star NBK fans mathrame le
Nenu Evarni? |
Chalam
Vooriki Bewarse
Username: Chalam
Post Number: 5046
Registered: 04-2004
Posted From: 148.87.1.171
| | Posted on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 4:49 pm: | |
Babailu,
undatam , elladam mee ishtam. kaanee, inni rojulu ee DB meekichina anandam/fame/emotions ni repay chesthuu, elle vallandaru oka kotha vyakthini DB ki introduce chesi vella valasinadigaa manavi.
lekapothe dimbs babai tho saapala chitta chadivinchalsi vasthundi.
selavu
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